[Katie’s journal review]
May. 1st, 2022 08:13 amWhat it looks like:A purple Mead composition book with stickers on.
What’s inside?Me becoming an aunt for the fourth time which was exciting.I call my nephew by his actual name(he goes by his middle name pretty much always had but I loved using his real name(are you still following?)
Chronicling the shitty job I had at the time.It was the most soul sucking job I’ve had(and I’ve had a few of those!)
(Luckily, I also had a really good therapist and there is a lot of talk about how that is a HUGE help.)
Funniest thing is me talking about my issues with bus drivers.At this point,I had been riding the bus for about. 10 years(and I could write a whole book about all of the experiences I had.A good friend of mine and I had tthe joke that it must be a prerequisite for bus drivers to be assholes because there was a lot of them way back in the day. You don’t see it so much anymore but occasionally you will see a bus driver who woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
(I knew which bus drivers could be mean so I tended to avoid them but sometimes you couldn’t.In which case you just got on the bus and kept your head down.)
What’s inside?Me becoming an aunt for the fourth time which was exciting.I call my nephew by his actual name(he goes by his middle name pretty much always had but I loved using his real name(are you still following?)
Chronicling the shitty job I had at the time.It was the most soul sucking job I’ve had(and I’ve had a few of those!)
(Luckily, I also had a really good therapist and there is a lot of talk about how that is a HUGE help.)
Funniest thing is me talking about my issues with bus drivers.At this point,I had been riding the bus for about. 10 years(and I could write a whole book about all of the experiences I had.A good friend of mine and I had tthe joke that it must be a prerequisite for bus drivers to be assholes because there was a lot of them way back in the day. You don’t see it so much anymore but occasionally you will see a bus driver who woke up on the wrong side of the bed.
(I knew which bus drivers could be mean so I tended to avoid them but sometimes you couldn’t.In which case you just got on the bus and kept your head down.)